No hope for eternal life

On the stage, Mu Changsheng and Lin Kun stood opposite each other. Their eyes met, and without saying a word, they both knew that the other was a formidable opponent.

"The competition begins." Following the referee's order, Mu Changsheng took the lead in using a spirit-summoning talisman to strengthen himself.

Lin Kun also took out his weapon. His weapon was very rare, it was actually a pair of golden maces. Lin Kun held a golden mace in each hand, which was a bit similar to Zhang Yuxu holding two pistols in both hands.

Immediately, Mu Changsheng and Lin Kun attacked each other at the same time. Both of them were good at close combat, and no one chose to retreat at this moment.

"Bang bang." Mu Changsheng's fists collided with Lin Kun's double maces, which was considered a test move between each other.

"Hmm?" Mu Changsheng's face changed slightly. The force transmitted from the opponent's double maces was a little beyond his expectations. He had previously thought that the opponent's double maces were not as sharp as Zhang Yuxu's double guns, and would pose less threat to him. Now it seems that his idea was obviously wrong.

Mu Changsheng could imagine that if he was hit by the pair of maces, even if his skin was not torn apart, it would definitely not be a pleasant experience.

After this test, Mu Changsheng immediately put away his slight contempt and fought against Lin Kun seriously.

"However, I am a body-refining cultivator after all. As long as I meet him, I will win." Mu Changsheng thought to himself. This is also the advantage of body-refining cultivators. When competing with others of the same level, he can withstand being hit ten or a hundred times by others, but he only needs to hit his opponent once and the opponent will not be able to bear it.

Afterwards, Mu Changsheng began to constantly seek opportunities to launch his attacks on Lin Kun's body.

However, Lin Kun was indeed a genius who had comprehended the artistic conception. He wielded his pair of golden maces with great vigor, making it difficult for Mu Changsheng to find an opportunity to break through the pair of maces and thus encounter Lin Kun.

Mu Changsheng was not in a hurry about this. He could still use the second summoning talisman. He had plenty of time and could slowly look for opportunities.

After dozens of rounds, Lin Kun once again swung his mace at Mu Changsheng, but this time, Mu Changsheng keenly noticed that Lin Kun's speed had slowed down a little. For Mu Changsheng, this slight change in speed was an opportunity.

"Snap." Mu Changsheng grabbed Lin Kun's golden mace with one hand and held it tightly, then used his other fist to smash Lin Kun's chest hard.

Seeing this, Lin Kun hurriedly used his other golden mace to block back, but without the perfect coordination of the two maces, one golden mace was ultimately unable to stop Mu Changsheng.

Mu Changsheng first punched the golden mace that was blocking him away, and then quickly followed up with his fist, about to hit Lin Kun's chest.

"I won." Mu Changsheng was secretly happy in his heart. At this time, Lin Kun had nothing that could block his punch.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Changsheng's fist landed solidly on Lin Kun's chest.

"Dang." The sound of a fist hitting Lin Kun's chest was heard, and Mu Changsheng's face suddenly changed. The sound was not right, and the feeling from the fist was not right either.

Lin Kun's body was not knocked away by the punch as Mu Changsheng had imagined, but was as steady as a rock, motionless as a mountain, as if Mu Changsheng's punch had no force at all.

Then, Lin Kun suddenly let go of the two maces in his hands, and with his freed hands, he quickly clenched them into fists and repeatedly hit Mu Changsheng's chest.

"Bang bang bang bang." Each of Lin Kun's punches was as heavy as a thousand pounds, causing Mu Changsheng to bleed from his mouth and nose.

It was not until he was hit by four consecutive punches that Mu Changsheng finally reacted and quickly stretched out his hand to block Lin Kun's fist.

It was not until this moment that Mu Changsheng finally realized that Lin Kun's double maces were just a cover. In fact, Lin Kun, like Mu Changsheng, was also a body cultivator!

There was no record of this in the intelligence about Lin Kun, it seemed that the other party had planned it long ago. And Lin Kun had been forbearing until now, just to make a splash in the county exam!

Song Zhi had mentioned this in her previous conversation with Mu Changsheng, and it was a prophecy. Even though Mu Changsheng had been on guard, he still couldn't stop Lin Kun from hiding so well.

Moreover, judging from the fact that Lin Kun steadily caught Mu Changsheng's full-strength punch, the other party's body refining level is at least not weaker than his own.

However, Mu Changsheng had no time to be surprised, because Lin Kun's sudden attack seemed to reveal his true intention and he continued to attack Mu Changsheng with all his strength.

Mu Changsheng was forced to concentrate all his attention on dealing with Lin Kun's fierce attack. At this time, Mu Changsheng was completely passive. Lin Kun took one punch from him, but he took four punches from Lin Kun.

The initiative has been lost, which is undoubtedly fatal for two equally matched body-refining monks.

During this period, Mu Changsheng tried several times to force Lin Kun to retreat so that he could have a moment of respite and rest.

But Lin Kun was not moved at all. As a fellow body cultivator, Lin Kun was not afraid of Mu Changsheng's retreat.

Thus, with Mu Changsheng having no choice, the fight between the two became a pure fight between body-refining cultivators, a close combat, to see who could last longer.

Mu Changsheng felt a little uneasy about this. He used a talisman to summon spirits. The battle just now had already taken up a lot of time, and Lin Kun might not have used similar means yet, so the battle was not within time limits. The longer it dragged on, the more unfavorable the situation would be for Mu Changsheng.

"There is no other way. I can only use that trick." Mu Changsheng said in his heart, feeling a little helpless. He originally wanted to save the last trump card for Zhang Yuxu or Mu Xun, but now he was forced by Lin Kun to use it in advance.

"The blood and qi are changing." Mu Changsheng roared, and the blood and qi in his body suddenly surged, making Mu Changsheng look flushed on the outside, and even his eyes turned a little red.

The secret art of the Nine Transformations of the Physical Body, in addition to methods of tempering the physical body, naturally also includes methods of combat. However, most of these combat methods can only be used after the third transformation of the physical body is achieved and the foundation of the physical body is strengthened.

However, this is not absolute. If it really comes to a last resort, some secret techniques can be used. Of course, there will be side effects after using them.

The secret technique of blood and qi transformation that Mu Changsheng was using at this time was to gain powerful strength at the cost of burning the blood and qi of the physical body. If Mu Changsheng's physical realm had reached the third transformation of the physical body - muscle transformation, the blood and qi in his body would be like a dragon, and could quickly restore the burned blood and qi. It would be okay to use it occasionally.

But the problem is that Mu Changsheng has not yet reached the third transformation of his physical body. The burning qi and blood cannot be replenished in time, so he will become weak and need a long time to recover. If he uses it too many times, it will be even more difficult to recover, and the path of body refining will be affected. Therefore, Mu Changsheng has always avoided using it if possible.

As Mu Changsheng used the secret art of blood and qi transformation, the burning blood turned into a source of strength, surging in his body. He had to release this strength.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Changsheng swung his fists and smashed towards Lin Kun with all his strength. The longer he used the secret technique, the more blood and energy he burned. To him, it was as if he was burning the foundation of his own body, so he had to get rid of his opponent as quickly as possible.

"Bang." Lin Kun had just parried Mu Changsheng's attack, and his expression changed drastically. He could clearly sense that Mu Changsheng's strength had become much stronger.

"Not good." Lin Kun thought to himself that something was wrong and he retreated repeatedly, trying to keep some distance. Although he had the advantage before, in the face of Mu Changsheng's powerful strength, Mu Changsheng could equalize the advantage with just one punch.

Lin Kun's idea was correct, but this time it was Mu Changsheng's turn to disagree. Lin Kun had held on to him tightly before, so how could Mu Changsheng let Lin Kun go now?

Mu Changsheng was seen sticking close to Lin Kun, attacking him frantically with his fists and feet, not giving the other party any time or chance to use any special means.

"Boom, boom, boom." Every fight with Mu Changsheng was a huge pressure for Lin Kun. It was because Mu Changsheng's strength was too strong at the moment, and his arms had already become numb from the shock.

Lin Kun originally had a means to temporarily improve his strength, but his method was similar to Mu Changsheng's use of the spirit-summoning talisman, both of which required time to perform, and Mu Changsheng did not give him even a moment's rest.

Lin Kun originally wanted to hide a trump card, so he never used any means to improve his own strength. Now he is somewhat trapped in his own web.

"Bang." Mu Changsheng's final blow, his fist hit Lin Kun's chin hard, knocking Lin Kun to the ground completely.

Lin Kun struggled for a few times but was unable to get up. He was too weak to stand up.